Louis smokes a lot and is definitely not okay, Harry likes glitter and is definitely okay, Zayn thinks too much, Niall talks too much and Liam saves cats. Add all these together in a destined-to-fail theatre production, and you've got yourself the perfect ingredients for disaster. But maybe a beautiful one. At least, one with a whole goddamn lot of prancing, dancing, and romancing.

***AVAILABLE AS KINDLE OR PAPERBACK ON AMAZON*** good with words; in minds, on lips, on tongues, in pages. 1982 Louis is a writer living in Edinburgh, Scotland. Harry is a figure of colors, curls, and dimples and a thousand words Louis never anticipated writing, a thousand things he never anticipated feeling. highest ranking: 🥇no.1 in #larrystylinson no.1 in #larryfics

Good looks mean nothing if you're an asshole. When Louis, a struggling writer, meets Harry, a world-renowned poet, he learns exactly that. Harry's hurtful words and tormenting comments quickly send Louis down a path of self destruction. And after a certain point, there's no turning back.... Highest ranking: #1 in #Punk #1 in #IHateYou #9 in #louistomlinson #49 in #LoveHateRelationship #52 in #IHateMyself

Harry makes you feel special, almost as if you mean the world to him. Every kiss, every touch will bring you to your knees. His eyes will make you wonder if there was ever any other thing that mattered. He knows what he's doing, and he uses it to his advantage. You should just stay away from him. But you won't be able to. Just like Louis.

[Complete] It was the summer of 1984 when Harry inherited his grandfather's estate and wealth. San Gimignano was a Tuscan village in Italy where he decided to move for final. That was it, that was where he would love, marry and live. His professor from college had retired in the village and lived with his family, so it was only natural that he bought a house next to his. Never in the world had he imagined that his professor would have fathered the most beautiful boy; a nineteen year old lad with the knowledge of everything. The boy never failed to get on his nerves with his snarky comments and sun-kissed skin. It was impossible to resist his growing affection. - Inspired by: Call Me By Your Name (Novel and Movie) - [Do not Copy, Translate, and/or Publish elsewhere.] [No reproduction of work allowed.]

Larry Stylinson version of the movie "The devil wears prada". This story is already fully written, updates every week.

❝But... I know you, Lou.❞ ❝You don't know anything about me.❞

What if two famous people fall in love? Well that happens all the time. What if those two are both male? Then people start talking... a lot. This is how award winning singer Harry Styles and X Games winner Louis Tomlinson fell in love.

highest ranks: #38 fanfic / 8.26.15 #138 teenfic / 8.30.14 (find the series, which is being edited and re-posted, on ao3. my username is amourlouis.) In which Louis pretends to be someone he's not, Harry is oblivious, Zayn is suspicious, Liam is there for everyone and Niall is Niall. (or, the one where Louis pretends to be a girl online and catfishes the unsuspecting Harry, his unfortunately straight best friend. Louis sort of loves Harry, really, and he didn't mean for it to go this far.)

Louis moves into a flat while he’s at university, his next-door neighbour, Harry, who he’s never seen is rather loud at night. Louis confronts him about said noise and the two start to chat through the rather thin wall between their bedrooms. Will they ever meet, and if they do… what could ensue for the both of them?